A Trail of Smoke [Al]

[Noah Kyo]

Noah yawned and stretched lightly as he walked, his leather pants hanging low on his hips and his lavender tank top lifting up to show a little more rib than it usually did. It had been a late night trying to find a job, and while he had been unsuccessful wherever he had gone, he had also managed to stay away from the club scene, which was a good thing. He knew he had a bit of a drinking problem and that the clubs didn't help with that nor his pressing urge to smoke a cigarette, which he found a disgusting habit he needed to quit but hadn't quite managed to work up the calm he'd need to do it. He'd get a few days without a smoke before something would happen and he'd break down, slipping back into his old habits. Like today. He'd almost got caught by an Epispect agent today. Sure, it may not have been his fault he was a Gijinka now - he hadn't actively chosen to get the DNA and it had actually been administered against his will - but he knew Epispect didn't care about whether he wanted it or not, they just wanted the DNA out of him. Just thinking about it made him shiver and start the Cofagrigus inside him stirring again. Sighing to himself, he paused and leaned himself against a building, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between his lips, a flick of his fingers lighting it and then he took a drag on it to steady his nerves. Filthy habit that was likely to kill him or not, he needed something to hold onto right now, and this fulfilled that need.

OOC:
Do not smoke. Or drink. Otherwise you'll end up like this dumb perv.

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Maybe he should get a job. Ciaran's aimless wander down the sidewalk came to a sudden halt, as the thought sprang itself on him unexpectedly. A job? Leo had never held a job. Nor had Ciaran, though for very different reasons. "Huh." He had briefly considered it before, now that he thought back, but mentioning it aloud at home had gained him horrified looks and further mothering. But that had been before. Now, 'his' parents became more suspicious of him every day, and he was in more need than ever to find a method of distancing himself from those people. A job was perfect. An uncommonly genuine smile slipped into place on the brunette's face, and then died just as suddenly as he realized he had been foolishly standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring off into space. The boy began to move again with at first stuttering steps, until he passed by the other side of the building and then stepped out of the way to politely allow a late night jogger to pass him by. He watched the woman curiously as he moved further and further away, but when a spark of light jumped in the corner of his vision, turned away and found himself staring at a smoker in surprise. He hadn't noticed him at first. Normally, it was Ciaran doing the accidental sneaking-up. Out of all the helpful things that could have survived the apocalypse, why were cigarette's one of them? A dark brow arched as he observed the other boy. He hardly had room to comment on the wardrobe choices of another, considering his own baggy khaki trousers and black hoodie, but wasn't the kid cold? Ciaran's mouth opened, then closed again as he rethought his words and rearranged a few others. He was constantly told he needed to socialize more. Here went something. "Those will kill you, you know." Of course he'd begin a conversation with death, Ciaran inwardly berated himself. [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 1/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 1/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 1/10
BAGON ~ 1/10

[Noah Kyo]

In a small flash of light, Forlorn the Duskull appeared in front of him, her red eyes quiet and non-judging. Like him, she had come from the wrong side of the tracks, having grown up being pushed around by a bunch of Trainers and forced to battle until she dropped, but Noah had swooped in and saved her, kicking the ass of her Trainer with relative ease. She always thought of him fondly, but they were companions. He smiled softly at her, reaching out to pet her head. A lot of people didn't like Ghost type Pokemon, finding them terrifying and unsuitable for training, especially since many of them were actually once living humans even if they couldn't really remember anything about their past life. Noah didn't mind though. He felt a certain kinship towards them, likely because of the DNA, and they were loyal friends to have, not to mention extremely intelligent to boot. Usually Noah didn't have to do a whole lot before they would respond, and they always were there to help pick him up when he had been kicked down. Which he wasn't usually unless he was completely smashed from the alcohol and the nicotine. He then blinked as another one of his Pokemon, Helena the Misdreavus, came out of her Pokeball, humming and floating around him. Looking up, he blinked at the sight of this newcomer just in time to make eye contact with him as he spoke. The black hair was strange, though strangely attractive. But Noah was tired tonight, he didn't particularly feel like picking anyone up, not even this cutie. "Eh, I know, but when you're addicted, it's hard to quit. I've been trying to get the ones without the nicotine since it's mostly just habit that has me lighting up, but sometimes I slip up." He took another quiet pull and then let it out, watching the smoke waft up into the night sky, finding a unique similarity in it to himself. For as much as he liked to think he was more than just a man... he knew he would never be more than just blowing smoke.

OOC:
... Wow, divorce can bring out a depressing ending. And Noah, you are an embarrassment. *hides forever*

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

[ciaranblackwell]

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] The moment the Duskull revealed itself in the company of the smoker against the wall, Ciaran felt the slightests of breezes along the back of his neck, followed by a whisper so soft he had to concentrate to hear it. Yamask would not reveal himself, but he wanted his trainer to know he was there, watching his back. On most people, the feel would set every hair on their arms and the back of their necks on end, but Ciaran didn't so much as twitch. His attention returned to the silver-haired man as his comment was replied to, and the darker of the two tilted his head a fraction in thougtful curiosity. He paid little attention to the two Ghosts beyond a following of their paths through the air with his eyes. He had nothing to fear from Ghosts. "Why don't you use the gum?" Ciaran asked bluntly, returning his gaze to the human. A Ghost Trainer. Interesting. Worth talking to further, maybe. "If you don't mind me asking," He added in afterthought. "It's better for you." And suddenly his brow furrowed. Maybe the gum and the secrets to making it hadn't survived the apocalypse. Great. If it hadn't, he was probably about to get that 'look' again. That, 'what in Arceus's name are you talking about' look. He knew it well. [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 2/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 2/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 2/10
BAGON ~ 2/10

[Noah Kyo]

Forlorn and Helena stuck close to their Trainer, quiet guards in case this man too proved to be dangerous, like the one who had nearly taken the platinum blond away earlier that day. It had taken all of them to manage to give Noah enough cover to successfully flee from the man, and they would rather be out and ready to fight if they had to. The Cofagrigus Gijinka, however, made a small noise from his throat, a quiet request for them to calm down and back off. He was operating on just a feeling, a slender little thing, that told him that this one could be trusted, that there was kinship somehow. That this man was like him. His lavender eyes were thoughtful as he ran them over the other male, finding that he easily would have taken this one home with him had they been in different circumstances. "Eh, I don't smoke for the nicotine," he answered softly, waving his free hand, the other holding the cigarette off to the side. "I smoke out of habit. I don't do it for anything I get out of it. I just... do it, if that makes sense." He shrugged then, pausing to think. "I guess I do it just because I'm used to doing it," he decided finally before he let out a low hiss, dropping the cigarette in his hand with a muted curse as the thing caught up to his fingers and lightly singed the flesh. Noah had a thing against fire, mainly because of Monument always using it to get him to lay off someone. Spoilsport.

OOC:
Monument, the delusional king Litwick. He used to be good. Then he got his queen and throne, Downdraft the Drifloon. XD

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Ciaran nodded slowly in an understanding of the explanation that he didn't really feel. Habits could be broken. And if any habits should be broken, they were the ones that did damage to the body. He himself had had to break a great many in his time, in order to survive. All one needed was self-control. Or the right catalyst. The hiss of pain made his eyes widen in surprise, and then flick away as the Yamask Gijinka realized that he probably could have said something and prevented that. He offered a smile, finding it slightly funny, "Another reason to drop the habit?" The sound of approaching footsteps made Ciaran glance to the side, and for the first time, his eyes, until then shaded just enough by his loose hood to hide their color, caught the light of a nearby post, revealing them to be bloody red. It was no one, merely another late night wanderer; an insomniac, or partier, or perhaps even a criminal. Or maybe a worker. Ciaran looked back at the other male in realization, "Am I holding you up? Are you on break?" Late night, a man leaning against a dirty wall with a cigarette? He should have considered that the stranger might have been working in one of the nearby buildings before. [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 3/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 3/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 3/10
BAGON ~ 3/10

[Noah Kyo]

Noah shook his hand out, wincing at the slight pain that was already fading away. "You have no idea how many I have," he chuckled wryly, rolling his lavender eyes before he reached over to stroke Helena softly with a hand, remembering how much the Misdreavus loved to be pet. At his side, Forlorn looked up at the sound of footsteps, and then she paused when she caught sight of the other male's eyes in the streetlamps. They were the color of blood on a white sheet. She shivered lightly at the comparison, pushing it aside to instead drift forward curiously. She sensed there was something about him that was different. Well there it was. This man was a Gijinka, like her Trainer. Now if she could just figure out what he was, maybe she could convince Noah that it was okay to talk with him. She knew he carried a lot on his shoulders, and while they were good listeners, there was only so much they could do without the ability to speak. "Forlorn," the blond called out, shaking his head, "not here." The Duskull bobbed her head slightly, darting back to his side obediently. Noah smiled at her, showing he wasn't mad, before turning his gaze back to the other male again. "Nah, I only got home to look forward to, and it's pretty lonely. I don't really have anyone other than my Pokemon to make it come alive, so to speak, so I usually don't mind taking a moment to step out and breathe for a while." Him, working in one of these buildings? He may have been jobless and a party-goer, but even he had standards!

OOC:
Noah, don't make me laugh. You have no standards. *shot*

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

[ciaranblackwell]

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Ciaran tilted his head a fraction and stared into the eyes of the suddenly interested Duskull. What had he done to draw it's attention, he wondered, competely unworried. Yamask, not so much. The other, still hidden, masked Ghost-type whispered a gentle warning in his Gijinka Trainer's left ear, and the boy knew that he'd be preparing the intercept the Duskull once it got too close. He should probably try and prevent that, shouldn't he. Yamask had more than once shown a surprisingly violent over-protective streak. Ciaran opened his mouth to call down his still invisible Yamask, but stopped as the nicotene addict acted first. A smile was offered to the man and his Ghosts to show that he hadn't been worried, and from the feeling, Yamask settled down around the small of his back. Potential fight averted. The joke about bringing his home alive drew a soft laugh from Ciaran, and he nodded in understanding, though the smoker probably wouldn't know just how much he understood. His own home, a home he didn't even want to be in, was becoming more and more awkward by the day as his 'parents' realized their little boy had woken up not quite the same as he had been before. As if it'd be any different had he not had all those new memories. They just couldn't understand, and were pulling away- something that he'd wanted, but... how long before they started to think about sending him back to the hospital for testing, or worse, calling in Epispect to look at him, the last people in the world that he wanted knowing anything more about him than they did. "My name is Ciaran," The Yamask Gijinka nodded in greeting. He gestured at the man's Pokemon, removing one hand from a hoodie pocket to do so. "Ghosts are surprisingly good a 'livening things up'. Yours seem well trained." He paused a moment, and, wish an inward sigh, pushed the hood back and off his head. It felt rude to be in a conversation with someone and have it up, especially in the middle of the night. "Do you have any more?" [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 4/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 4/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 4/10
BAGON ~ 4/10

[Noah Kyo]

Noah rolled his shoulders slightly as he sensed something. Closing his eyes, he tried to tap into the inner creature deep within him, searching for the Cofagrigus who had been infused into him. The Pokemon was rare to appear, but when it would, usually it gave him something good. The Cofagrigus, this time, chose to appear and quietly pointed at the other male. Well... if that wasn't a sign, Noah didn't know what was. He opened his eyes to see the male under the hood, his lavender eyes flashing a bright red for the briefest part of a moment before they went back to their usual coloring. He just... he had a feeling that they were a little more similar than they had first seemed. He blinked and looked at the name. "I'm Noah. Noah Kyo." He smiled at the gesture, nodding. "This is Forlorn and Helena." He indicated a Pokemon with each name before nodding. "They really are... but they're easy to deal with. They behave and they don't cause me too many problems." He then blinked at the removal of the hood but nodded, accepting it. "I have four others. A Litwick named Monument, a Drifloon named Downdraft, a Snorunt named Cleopatra, and a Gastly named Grudge. Just be glad you didn't meet Monument and Grudge. They tend to be a little pushy to newcomers." He chuckled lightly. "Oh, you're welcome to come home with me if you'd like. My couch won't kill my back if you want to stay the night, and if not, it wouldn't be too bad to have some company around to make the place feel a little more like home."

OOC:
Watching a movie. Having plenty of issues at home. This post probably turned into a fail. DX

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

[ciaranblackwell]

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Now revealed, Ciaran's bloody red eyes passed away from the now named 'Noah' to his two Pokemon as he introduced them, the Gijinka greeting and treating them as if they were just as human as their Trainer. When the other man indicated his comfort and ease in their training, Ciaran smiled in understanding. Neither Yamask or Snorunt, who would one day be Froslass, had given him much trouble either, during their beginning training or afterward. Not serious trouble anyhow. Yamask did make mistakes in his efforts to protect his Trainer, who couldn't make the little masked Ghost understand that he could take care of himself, and Snorunt was always making a mess in her attempts to cheer him up when she spotted him looking down. The fact that Noah had four others, giving him a full team of six Ghost-types, surprised even him. He'd never seen anyone with a full team of ghosts. He suspected that was because few people could handle a full team of ghosts, who weren't always the nicest Pokemon to be around at times. Many humans feared ghosts. It was a simple fact. It was the offer at the end, right out of nowhere, that really gave Ciaran pause, and the pale skinned Gijinka put his hands back in his hoodie pockets as he arched an eyebrow in curious disbelief. "The offer is... kind?" He clearly wasn't so sure. Ciaran could be anyone to Noah, and Noah could be anyone himself. They had just met. "And unexpected," He continued, then shook his head gently. "But I have to decline. Thank you." What reason had Noah to invite him over? The color of his eyes and the shade of his skin were more often excuses for people to avoid Ciaran. He hated to think there was an ulterior motive, but... Maybe it wasn't a dangerous ulterior motive. "Why did you ask?" Was he being flirted with? Ciaran would prefer that to one of the other reasons that had first jumped to mind- that the other man wanted his blood. He'd been warned of and read all about the black market after his awakening from his coma, a small fortune's worth of mixed human and Pokemon DNA flowing through his veins. [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 5/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 5/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 5/10
BAGON ~ 5/10

[Noah Kyo]

Noah was feeling comfortable with Forlorn and Helena at his side. Two of his newest companions, they were perhaps the ones who were the least likely to appear. Forlorn tended to be wary of people, and Helena was just vain. However, when a pair of bright flashes came out of his pocket, he couldn't contain a groan and a meeting of his palm to his forehead. He really should have left Monument at home. He loved the little Litwick dearly, but sometimes he really was too much. Indeed, the little candle-like Pokemon was currently perched atop the yellow Drifloon's head, his body held in the position that just telegraphed to Noah that he was going to cause trouble. Knowing how much trouble it was to keep the little guy in line, especially since he was fond of burning his Trainer's hand when Noah attempted to discipline him, he just sighed and shot a pleading look at Downdraft, who let out a soft sound and waved her strings in a way he knew meant she would help him. Following Monument's whims, she floated closer to the dark-haired man, curious herself as to why Helena and Forlorn were so stiff and sticking so close to Noah. Noah shrugged at the statement, slipping his hands in his pockets. "It's your choice." He then blinked at the question. "Why?" His brow furrowed lightly and he paused to think about it. "I don't know why exactly. Maybe I'm a little bit lonely. Maybe I'm tired of waking up in the morning and knowing that when I walk into the main room of the apartment, no one will be there waiting for me. Maybe I just feel like having some human company who doesn't want to get inside my pants for once. I don't know. There's a hell-load of reasons if I think about it, but none of them really seem quite right. I just... I don't know why. It seemed... right somehow." He gave a wry chuckle, his lavender eyes flicking from observing Monument and Downdraft to meeting Ciaran's eyes. "I'm not making any sense here, am I?"

OOC:
All hail Monument, ruler of all that he sees! *shot*

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] Yamask might have started to whisper nonsenscial warnings in Ciaran's ears again with the arrival of two more of Noah's ghostly horde, but the Gijinka himself was mostly amused. Say what he might, Noah clearly didn't have total control over his Pokemon if they came out whenever they felt like. Was it his own presence that was pulling them from their Pokeballs maybe? Pokemon couldn't sense Gijinka, as he'd learned himself after getting curious as to how much like a Pokemon he was and began a week long test to make sure, but Noah's team did appear to be showing an unusual amount of interest in him. The Litwick floated closer, riding atop the head of a Drifloon it had made into a steed, and Ciaran stared it down with clear amusement written on his face. It had style. It was Noah's ending of his emotional rambling that drew the pale boy's attention back to his new acquaintance so he could answer. Said answer was delivered with a shake of his head and tiny, humorous smile, "Not really." He tilted his head a little to better meet the eyes of the tiny Drifloon. People often associated Ghost-types with darker colors, and darker colors with sadness. They'd apparently never seen a bright yellow Drifloon. "But it's okay." He gestured at the balloon Pokemon, removing his right hand from it's pocket just long enough to flick his fingers at it, "Where did you find a Drifloon like this? I've never seen one like it." [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 6/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 6/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 6/10
BAGON ~ 6/10

[Noah Kyo]

Monument critically observed the human before him, looking him up and down before he decided that he was showing a little too much interest in his queen. Puffing his flame up and huffing at him in his own language, he began telling this human in no uncertain terms that he would not tolerate a subject as lowly as him to show such interest in his beautiful queen until Downdraft huffed her quiet chuckle and shook herself a little in a way that he knew meant she wanted to drop it. Deflating a little, he turned to sulking on her head, not wanting to back off from this defending of his beautiful queen's honor especially to a lowly commoner, but since Downdraft had requested, he supposed he could allow it just this once.

Noah sighed when he saw Monument standing down, thankful once again that he really did listen to Downdraft. "Mmmm, I wonder if we have any food at home," he murmured softly to himself, mainly thinking out loud as the thought occurred to him. "I know I finished that spaghetti the other day, but did I use up that box of macaroni and cheese or did I get Chinese instead?" He then pushed the matter aside at the question, blinking and blushing a little. "Well, this is awkward. Umm... you see, I didn't find her in a way most people get Pokemon. I got Downdraft there in a rather... unusual way. This crazy red-haired girl ran up to me, threw her Pokeball at my head, and then ran off saying something about how 'Santa was onto her and she needed to lie low for a while'. Downdraft's been with me ever since." The yellow Drifloon hummed at the memory. She remembered that girl... she and her Eevees had been nice.

OOC:
Terra, I love you, but you're insane.

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena

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[STYLE=float:right; padding: 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; border-left: 3px solid #333333; border-right: 3px solid #333333; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; height: 365px; overflow: auto; width: 260px; margin-top: -405px; color: #cacaca] It was all Ciaran could do not to laugh as he became the focus of a dressing down from the little Litwick, riding atop the head of the yellow Drifloon. He had a feeling that would only make things worse however, especially as Yamask's whispered warnings in his ear began to take on an aggravated tone in response to whatever it was being said to him in the Pokemon language. It apparently wasn't very kind. When the candle-Pokemon wound down, and his owner began to think aloud, Ciaran took the chance to murmur very quietly to Yamask, who he felt was surely seconds away from revealing himself and throwing a few insults of his own. And perhaps a few Shadow Balls. "No Yamask," Ciaran said gently, eyes on the Drifloon and Litwick, so that if Noah looked at him, he might be assumed to be speaking to the Ghost duo. "They're harmless," He assured the first Pokemon he'd ever hatched from an egg. It was a neverending job, preventing Yamask from over-reacting in his defense. If 'Monument' hadn't stopped his telling off, he wasn't sure he could have stopped Yamask that time. But then Ciaran found himself distracted, as the story of the odd colored Drifloon's origin began. At the end, his eyebrows were nearing his hairline. "Santa was on to her?" He wasn't sure he should take the story as truth or not, but either way, "It is nice to know that there are people here stranger than I am." That could be meant for either the girl- if she really existed and the story was true- or Noah, should it have been something he'd made up on the spot from his imagination. And Ciaran accepted the fact that he was weird. [/style]

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EGGS:

SHINY CHANCE Axex ~ 7/10
SHINY CAHNCE Eevee ~ 7/10
SHINY CHANCE Growlithe ~ 7/10
BAGON ~ 7/10

[Noah Kyo]

Noah just knew that story was insane. That was why he hadn't particularly wanted to tell it. The thing was, though, he wasn't lying. The insane girl really existed and she really had given him Downdraft in that matter. "You don't believe me, do you?" he sighed, looking away and petting Helena softly. "No one usually does when I tell them that. They demand I tell them where I got her when the thing is, I don't even know where you'd find someone like her in the first place." He paused, tossing a soft smile at the little Drifloon. "She's beautiful though and such a sweetheart. I wouldn't give her up for anything." Figuring that since Monument and Downdraft were already out, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his remaining two Pokeballs. "Since Monument and Downdraft came out to meet you too, I might as well just send out Grudge and Cleo too." In one last flash of light, the Snorunt and Gastly appeared before him with drastically different results. Cleopatra squeaked when she realized there was someone new nearby, darting to hide behind her Trainer's legs, while Grudge cackled darkly, darting towards Ciaran like a speeding ball of chaos. Which he was. "Grudge!" Noah called, a little bit of shadow trailing after his moving arm before he shook it off, not wanting to really advertise he was a Gijinka just in case he couldn't trust this man. But it was too late. The mischievous Gastly apparently had decided that he wanted to have some fun at Ciaran's expense whether Noah wanted him to or not.

OOC:
Grudge, you are nothing short of troublesome. DX

Team-

Monument ~ Cleopatra ~ Downdraft ~ Grudge ~ Forlorn ~ Helena